We’re all waiting,
some of us for promotion
and others ambition fading,
wounds wide open
but so gradually decaying,
decidedly chosen
by the game our fates are playing,
and naively hoping
that it might be ours in the making,
but for now just coping
with whatever it is we’re hating,
excessively soaking
in the mindset we’re creating,
and eventually broken
by the path in life we’re taking.

Dripping magnificence,
she stood there watching,
cloaked in confidence
but bathing in starlight;
her depth without limit.
Such a dark beauty I beheld,
encasing a ferocity as calm as still water,
dormant until provoked to ruin.
Down her flowing hair and
shining black dress the rose petals fell;
her presence a cleansing fire,
every breathtaking moment
burning the doubt from my mind,
until suddenly she moved,
as if purpose incarnate,
each stunningly graceful action
sweeping over me like wild emotion.
Paralyzed, I felt the brilliance,
unable to speak,
as she sang to me,
her invincible spirit awakening
within mine a sleeping valor.